Sitting under a tree, unsure, drinking lemonade, all is easy Breezy, new and fresh, eating a crisp red apple, fall is easy
Chilly, bundling up all cozy in a ball of sweaters, life is easy Darker, see the stars, winter’s first snowflakes, love is easy
Melting, the floes under feet turn to weeds, birth is easy Springing from the ground—a new unrecognizable life form, change is easy
Scorching, blazing sun blaring—red hot hot hot, fire is easy Heat burns in excess and flesh is too susceptible, the trap is easy
The weatherless vacuum in your mind where her and Rebecca exist is easy But life on Earth, with gravity and drag and resistance and you is not easy.
You are not easy.